Page 46 of Porter (Dirty Misfits MC 2)
I could do this for the rest of my life.
And as I drifted off to sleep, I prayed morning came sooner rather than later.
Because I had salacious plans for our morning once we both had our beauty rest.
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Chapter - 22 Astrid
The first thing I woke up to was a kiss against my cheek. Porter’s faraway voice whispered how beautiful I looked in the morning sunlight and my heart warmed with happiness. I turned over and captured his lips lazily, my eyes still closed with a need for sleep.
But then Porter’s hand slid down my stomach.
“Mmmm, someone’s feeling frisky,” I said groggily.
He kissed the tip of my nose. “We did fall asleep last night without burning off that excess food.”
I giggled. “You saying you don’t like my curves?”
He gripped my chin and that forced my eyes open. “Did I ever say that?”
I shook my head softly. “No, you didn’t.”
He gazed into my eyes. “Then, stop putting words in my mouth. Your body is gorgeous, and I wouldn’t change a damn bit of it.”
I smirked. “Then, come prove it, big boy.”
He growled before he captured my lips and rolled me onto my back. His body parted my legs, and I was happy to succumb to his devious means. My hands slid up his back, feeling his chiseled muscles pulsing beneath his skin. And as our tongues danced sleepily inside my mouth, I relaxed against the mattress.
Before he slid his morning girth within me.
“Oh,” I gasped.
His face fell to the crook of my neck. “Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff.”
I locked my legs around him and raked my nails down his back. I clung to him as he rolled against me, my headboard banging against the wall. I kissed his shoulder. I lapped at his neck. I sucked a hickey on his bicep simply because I could reach it. I spiraled out of control as electricity and pleasure washed through my system, cleansing me of my sins as he pumped faster.
Thrusted quicker.
Pounded harder.
“Holy fuck, I’m gonna come,” he grunted.
I panted against the shell of his ear. “Come with me. I’m so close, I want you to come with me.”
I clung to him as my body released itself. I shivered and shook, my pussy quivering around him as he filled me to the brim. His growls overwhelmed me. The feeling of him coating my walls reassured me that, clearly, this was what heaven felt like. I spiraled into an endless abyss where nothing existed except me and Porter. Where nothing could get to us or harm us in any way.
And when he blanketed my body with his own, I let my fingertips slide up and down his spine.
“Good morning,” I whispered.
He chuckled and kissed my shoulder. “Morning, gorgeous.”
I smiled. “I would ask what you want for breakfast, but uh, I think you might have already taken what you wanted.”
He kissed my neck. “And don’t you forget it.”
“Trust me, I wouldn’t want to.”
He leaned up and kissed the tip of my nose. “But really. What would you like for breakfast?”
I snorted. “I think we need a shower before we start talking about food.”
“Hey, I can always talk about food.”
“You and me both.”
He took my hands and helped me sit upright. “Wanna talk about breakfast while taking a shower together?”
I snickered. “You know damn good and well that if we take a shower, we won’t do any talking.”
He smirked. “The hungrier we get, the more breakfast food we can order from that diner down the road.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “I like where this is going.”
He stood to his feet and helped me up. “Seems like we have a plan, then.”
He led me to the bathroom, but I had a different idea in mind. He turned on the shower and slid the foggy glass door back before he ushered me inside. One of the things this house did right was the master bathroom. It not only had a tub that could easily fit two people, but the walk-in shower could easily fit four. I spent many nights with my mother in the shower, holding her hair back while she vomited down the drain with hot water pouring from the waterfall showerhead from above.
But I was ready to start making very different memories in this place.
“What are you doing?” Porter asked.
I batted my eyes at him as I slid to my knees. “What ever do you mean?”
His back leaned against the wall. “You know you don’t have to.”
I wrapped my hand around the base of his still-hard dick. “But what if I want to?”
I gazed up at him as my tongue slipped out, and he hissed as I licked the underside of his cock. From his balls to his tip, he grunted softly as he bucked his hips forward.
“Mmm, so impatient,” I teased.
He gripped my hair. “Don’t you keep me waiting, sweet girl.”
